~* This is going to be the last chapter because, well, I think that you're all getting bored with it, and to be perfectly frank, so am I. Besides that, if you haven't noticed yet, I have been extremely slow on updating, and that's cause my life is crazy right now. But please review one last time. Thanks!~*

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"What was that?" Monica asked pulling away from Chandler.

"I think in most countries they call that a kiss."

"I know that Chandler," she sighed exasperated. "I mean, why did it happen?"

"Well, our lips met." She shot him a glare and he had to laugh. "Look, Monica, I don't know how it happened. But I kind of liked it until you pulled away."

"Well, I pulled away because...because...this can't happen."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't work."

"Why not?"

"History, Chandler, history taught us that we don't work at all."

"We could."

"But we don't." He sighed and reached over and placed his hand cupping her face.

"We could Monica. We're older and wiser and we have Emily so neither one of us is going to be stupid about this."

"But...." He smiled at her.

"No buts." She leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Thank you," she added and leaned forward to kiss him once more on the lips. So this is what being happy feels like, he thought to himself. To him Monica equated happiness. He couldn't be happy without her, he couldn't be whole without her.

"I love you," he whispered. "I've always loved you. No Cindy's or San Francisco's or years apart can change that. It's always been you. Always."

"Really?" She felt the tears in her eyes that she had been desperately trying to control since the kiss start to lose the battle and tumble down her cheeks in rapid succession.

"Really."

"I love you too," she whispered back and clung to him burying her face in his sweater and allowing it to absorb the tears. They held each other for what felt like an eternity before a little voice called out from the bedroom.

"Momma!" They both let go and Monica stood to get up and go get her.

"I'll get her," Chandler said placing his hand on hers.

"We'll both get her," Monica answered and they walked hand in hand to Emily's bedroom.

"How do we tell the gang?" Monica asked as they laid in bed later that night. Chandler rubbed her bare shoulder.

"I don't know."

"Especially Joey....I mean...."

"I know." He placed a kiss onto her head. "We'll figure something out."

"Do you think he'll be angry?" Monica asked biting her lip. She never wanted to hurt Joey, that had never been her intention. He had been so sweet with her, and so good with Emily. But it had always been Chandler.

"Not really," Chandler answered. Joey knew that Monica had always held a part of herself back for Chandler. Wasn't that what he had told him when Joey had told Chandler that he and Monica had broken up. That she had given her heart away a long time ago to someone who really never gave it back. Of course, he might be hurt a little. It might take a little getting used to for all of them, but it would be okay. Everyone would be okay.

"Are you sure? How can you know?"

"Because I just do, so go to sleep."

"I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"I just can't. I keep thinking about everything that's happened today." Had it all happened in one day? Chandler had to smile to himself. What a day. First he found out that Joey and Monica were broken up and then they were having dinner, and then kissing, and now this. This was what he was hoping for when he came back to New York. He was hoping for her. And she had not disappointed. He had been afraid that he had built her up in his mind so much that she was nothing like the memory he had of her. But she was. She was everything that he remembered her to be like.

"Okay, but I really think that you need to go to sleep. Because there is a little girl in the next room who will wake you up and won't care that you only got a few hours of sleep." Monica laughed.

"Good point. Good night."

"Night Mon." He kissed her one more time and closed his eyes.

"We have something to tell you," Monica started. She had the gang gathered in her apartment. She nervously fiddled with her zipper on her sweater and repeatedly twirled a lock of hair that had fallen out of her messy ponytail. Emily was positioned on Rachel's lap playing with her bracelet.

"What's going on?" Joey asked.

"Chandler and I have been talking," she said and took a deep breath. "And we've decided to give us another try." The room fell silent and everyone seemed to turn to Joey to gage his reaction.

"I think that's wonderful," he said swallowing hard and climbing to his feet and taking Monica in his arms for a hug. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "He better treat you good this time." She began to cry and held onto Joey tightly.

"He will," she said. "I'll make him." Joey grinned and planted a kiss on top of her forehead. One by one, the gang got up and hugged Monica and Chandler who had been waiting in the bedroom for the all clear.

"If you hurt her again I will kill you," Ross warned Chandler who laughed as he placed an arm on Monica's waist.

"I swear to you that I won't hurt her," Chandler assured him. He looked over at Monica who was laughing at Ross. He looked over at Emily who, didn't really know what was happening, but laughing never-the-less with Rachel who kept telling Monica that she had told her so. Cindy and San Francisco ceased to exist. They ceased to be real. This was real. This was life, and the other three years had just been a break from that.

"I love you," he whispered into Monica's ear.

"I love you too," she whispered back. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"Now they're all going to bug us about when we're getting married. And Emily already told me that she wants a baby brother." Chandler had to laugh.

"One step at a time," he replied.

"Baby steps," Monica agreed.

"Well, maybe not baby steps, but I want this to work, I want us to work. So we should take it carefully." He chose his words carefully as well. Not slowly, but carefully.

"I couldn't agree more," she smiled.

"Let's get them out of here and ask Rachel to take Emily for the day."

"I couldn't agree more with that either," she responded laughing.

"Good."

"Great."

"Great."

"Good," they both laughed and stepped into the group again. Chandler had been right, everything was going to be okay. Everyone was going to be okay.

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